Volume 3, Chapter 5 Party.
The induction of new disciples, daily speeches, the purpose of the Wanjinyan Sword Sect, guarding the peace of the three days, and distinguishing good from evil and black from white in the world.
He also talked about his future ambitions, saying that in the near future, the Sword Sect will cross the Sea of Boundaries and fight in the Eternal Immortal Realm.
Hearing this made a group of new disciples' blood boil. Whether it was the Sea of Realm or the Eternal Immortal Realm, in the subconscious of the people of Three Days, they were the supreme existences.
It has only been heard of in rumors, and there are few records of it even in history books.
The boundary sea is okay, at least they can see it, although they have never entered it, but it is rumored that the Eternal Immortal Realm is full of Immortal Emperors, Immortal Lords, and supreme immortal beings.
The Sword Sect's goal is to cross the sea boundary and set foot on the Immortal Immortal Realm. Even if such a thing is just a concept for them, it is still a very incredible concept.
Who doesn’t want to go out and take a look at the outside world? Who doesn’t want to set foot on the land that the ancient gods have never set foot on, the eternal fairyland?
For young people of their age, if they could just take a look at it, it would be worth it even if it meant death.
When I was young, I should hold a sword on the cliff and embrace the stars in the sky in my heart.
Holding the sword in hand, I soar upwards, catching the stars, chasing the sun, and embracing the moonlight...
Wan Jin continued, "If you want to follow the great Sword Ancestor to the summit of the starry sea, then work hard. Set foot on the Great Dao, slay the twelve Great Dao thunder tribulations, and become an emperor, then you can go on the expedition."
There was a gleam in the eyes of the group of people, and at this moment they had only one belief in their hearts, that is, as long as they were emperors, they would be qualified to go out to the sea of boundaries with the Sword Ancestor, crush the sky, cut through the heavens and stand on the top of the star road.
Jiang Feng secretly clenched his fists, the blood in his heart was burning, and a seed quietly sprouted in his heart.
.......
A few months later, it was Mid-Autumn Festival in August.
A day that symbolizes reunion. Since the Battle of Tianlu, the Ye family has reunited as a family in addition to watching chess, so Ye Tingmu has set a family rule of gathering once a year.
There is no concept of New Year for three days, and there is no Mid-Autumn Festival in August.
Therefore, he set the Mid-Autumn Festival, the day when the moon is the fullest in the year, as the reunion day for the Ye family.
Since then, for thousands of years, every time this time comes, the Ye family, relatives and friends, no matter how busy they are, will take time out to gather in the Sword Sect, have a meal together, and chat all night long.
Gradually, this became an unwritten rule, and everyone began to look forward to this day.
The path of spiritual practice is inherently boring. Countless days and nights are dedicated to meditation, to the power they are pursuing.
After all, not everyone lives a free and easy life like Qingfeng. Qingfeng is completely practicing Buddhism, but the most annoying thing is that his realm is indeed not low.
As for the others, they are basically in seclusion or dealing with trivial matters of the sect, and it is difficult to see them on weekdays.
Not to mention all of them gathered together.
That is why such reunion dinners are looked forward to by everyone.
As soon as the sky brightened, a group of people started to get busy outside Ye Tingmu's residence at the main peak of the Sword Sect.
They began to prepare the ingredients for dinner as they did in previous years.
Except for Ye Chuyi who was born not long ago, all the other people in the Ye family are at the level of Great Emperor, and the lowest is Immortal King.
They don't really need food, but of course they can easily get anything they want.
But on this day, they would not use their skills. Even if they were killing pigs, they would just do it directly and with brute force.
What they want is never the result, but to enjoy the process.
For them, this process is intimate, natural and nostalgic.
Every time at this time, you will see a group of emperors rolling up their sleeves, some lighting fires, some fetching water, some cutting vegetables, and some running errands....
If outsiders saw this, they would be shocked. They didn't look like a group of great sword masters at all. They looked like men slaughtering pigs for the New Year and women sitting around the stove in a village on earth.
However, such fireworks can only be seen at this time of year.
At this time, Ye Tingmu would often become the commander-in-chief and begin to direct all matters and preparatory work.
Ye Tingmu was wearing a white shirt today. He walked out with his sleeves and trouser legs rolled up and shouted.
"Is the butchering team ready?"
Feng He had rushed back from outside, also with his trouser legs rolled up and a vest on, revealing his bronze muscles, and ran over with a butcher knife in his hand.
Behind him, Ye Qi and Ye Hang were dressed similarly.
As the saying goes, brothers fight together in battle, and fathers and sons fight together to kill pigs. Ever since Ye Qi and Ye Hang became adults, the three of them have been responsible for killing pigs.
"Brother, the pig slaughtering team reports to you."
Looking at his second brother and two nephews, Ye Tingmu was very satisfied. He nodded and said:
"Have you memorized everything I wrote about the butcher? Don't do it the same way as last year."
Feng He patted his chest.
"Brother, don't worry, I guarantee you'll kill him with one strike."
"Okay, remember to bleed it, otherwise it will be too fishy."
"clear."
"Go ahead."
After saying that, the three of them rushed towards the pig aggressively.
The pig had just woken up and was drinking water. When it saw three men approaching with butcher knives in their hands and looking aggressive, it was startled and woke up immediately.
It broke through the fence and started to run away. It never dreamed in its life that one day it would have the opportunity to fight with the powerful emperor. It had to struggle a bit, so that even if it died, it could still blow in the underworld.
The story of my bloody battle with the three emperors.
At this time, Feng He and the other two also moved, "Son, go ahead and hold him down."
"Dad, just watch."
"Hold him down..."
"Brother, I've grabbed his tail, hurry up and pull his legs, ouch..."
"Son, this posture is wrong, pressing its head..."
So a chase between a man and a pig ensued. The father and his two sons chased the pig and then pressed it. The pig began to scream heartbreakingly.
The sound resounded throughout the entire river and lake, attracting many disciples to stop and look towards the main peak, their eyes full of trance.
"What the hell is so miserable?"
“It looks like a pig…”
"Do you want to go and check to make sure Sword Ancestor is not in danger?"
The leading deacon glared at the two of them and said, "Just do what you need to do. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."
He has been on duty here for more than ten years. He can hear similar screams at this time every year and has long been accustomed to it.
On the main peak, looking at the embarrassed father and his two sons, Ye Tingmu's mouth twitched. To be honest, the three of them have been slaughtering pigs for quite some years, but their skills are just average.
"Forget it, as long as I can kill him."
Qingfeng crossed his legs and ate melon seeds with Baili Qianqiu and Baili Jianhan, watching the scene in front of them with amusement and mockery in his eyes.
"Tsk tsk, this pig-killing group makes the most noise every year, it's so lame."
"That's right, this technique is just average..."
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